Tag: hook

  • Excursion

    Excursion

    hook, modern, camping


    “Wait! Thandi. Please reconsider!”

    Thandi shakes her head, laughing. “I know that he has a reputation for nastiness, but I promise I can handle it. It’ll be good for my career to go out on this expedition!”

    The college has arranged for one Dr. Vanderbee to go on a trip to the fringes, right where the planes seem to intersect. However, and this was put to her with the strictest confidence: he can’t be trusted to do it alone. The man’s primary reputation was a dour one, and those above him had observed further quirks.

    His studies border on obsessive. He struggles to communicate with people verbally. He is known to simply disappear for long stretches of time, emerging from the wilds as if nothing has happened. They saw an opportunity to invite Thandi, as an interplanar specialist, to do her research alongside him, and by extension, play babysitter.

    These intersections are very unique, and to get the clearance to go forth and research to her heart’s content is worth a few curmudgeonly barbs from some stuffy old guy. The preparations are made and the opportunity to see a shred of her homeworld soon keeps her giddy until the date.

    At the hotel, she is to meet him to acquaint herself before they charter a plane and get lost in the wilds together for the next month. However, when she arrives in the lobby to meet him, it’s empty. There’s the receptionist, of course, and a grumpy man about her age looking at his watch. He looks like he’s waiting on a business associate to show up, wearing a nicely tailored vest and slacks with a silken green tie. It’s a shame that she’s waiting for someone else. He is. Very easy on the eyes.

    She sits in one of the overstuffed chairs in the lobby to wait. People pass back and forth, but no one lingers. It’s getting to be frustrating. Is he really going to blow her off? Ugh! And it looks like the man is in the same boat. His face only grows stormier with every passing quarter hour.

    Eventually, Thandi pulls out her phone and dials the number she was given. Really, from what she’s heard, she should have expected the codger to stand her up.

    The other man’s phone rings. He pulls it out, and she hears his voice double over. “Is this Dr. Kahsu?”

    She stares up at him.

    He turns to look at her.

    They gape at one another.

    Thandi begins to laugh, but it dies in her throat when she sees the anger building. The call is ended and his fists clench.

    “You! Really now? Out to make me a fool?”

    “No! No, I just! I didn’t realize that you are Dr. Vanderbee…”

    “Well, who else could I be!” He pushes his phone into his pocket, crossing his arms, gritting his teeth. “I’ve been standing her for an hour and a half!”

    “Well, you could have spoken up as well. I’m not the only one at fault here.”

    I don’t talk to people. You volunteered yourself for this. That’s the entire point of your coming with me.”

    Excuse me? I’m here for my own research!” She finally stands and approaches him, jabbing a finger into his chest. “And if you think that this is going to be how things are going to be for the next month, you’ve got another thing coming!”

    There’s the faintest tug at one side of his mouth, like he’s amused. “Just don’t get in my way.”

    “You’re already in mine, Vanderbee.”

  • Fever Dream

    Fever Dream

    Vampire!Charlie, Waif!Thandi, modern


    There’s a shivering bundle sitting along the path that Charlie walks along tonight. It gives him pause as he hears the rasp of illness, a rattle that threatens to become something worse. He opens and closes his hands, biting his lip.

    He’s a man of means and he has the ability to take care of this problem. But… there are problems with it… no, if he doesn’t do anything, and they die, then it may as well be his fault. The bundle stirs at his approach.

    The face that greets him is ashen, tired, and sweaty despite the frost on the ground. A young woman, perhaps in her late twenties, early thirties.

    “I want to help you. Do you need help to go to the hospital?”

    Her answer is a quiet one. “Please… I don’t… want to… go…” One look into her tearful eyes assures him that it’s fear keeping her from accepting. Again, he bites his lip.

    “What if I gave you a place to stay? Conditional, of course…”

    The woman ponders it. “I can’t…”

    “The condition being that you are okay with being a vampire’s roommate.”

    There’s a beat, and there’s a moment where he sees something like awe, or interest, on her face. “I…yes…” She tries to stand, but she’s shaking. He will have no choice but to carry her home.

    Thandi’s next few days are a feverish blur. Someone offered her a place to stay, took her home. Gave her a room. Clothes. Food. Medicine.

    It takes time for her head to clear enough to realize what she’d gotten into. And, well, why there was a man sleeping at her bedside, cool hand on the back of her neck. Why is he so cold?

    And, why is he using his hand in place of a washcloth? Seems absurd.

    Things start clicking into place as she stares at him.

    Vampire.

    That had caught her attention when he picked her up. It’s not exactly common. What does vampire mean to him, besides chilly hands and general paleness? She reaches out a shaky hand to touch his hair. It’s so soft! Aah… reminds her of a pet she had a long time ago.

    Perhaps it’s the fever still influencing her, but this is nice. He stirs, yawning, and smiles at her. His canines are a little bit more pronounced than normal, but it’s not wildly attention-grabbing feature.

    “Awake again. More broth? Or are you ready for solid food?” Slowly, she turns and stares at him. “Vampire…”

  • Time Skip

    Time Skip

    hook, Amnesia!Charlie, sad


    Charlie sits, leaning against the cabin wall. Why’d he come out here?

    The leaves of the forest tremble with the wind, and he breathes it in deeply. There had been a longing. A want. A need. Now that he was here, though, what was there for him to do?

    The stars are bright. They twinkle at him, bringing a sort of peace with them. Actually, stars aren’t supposed to do that: twinkling becomes flashing, brightening, swirling, growing.

    He straightens from his lean and watches in awe as it seems a hole appears just above the treeline. What in the world?

    There’s a shriek and something white falls. Charlie runs and dives, hands reaching out, and the full weight of this thing lands on him. They slide on the ground and he realizes in the next moment that he’s broken something catching her. The pain lances up through him and he’s thankful that it’s at least him this happened to. The bundle in his arms wriggles and pulls a hood down from her head. Her eyes grow wide.

    “Ch-Charlie?”

    He blinks. “Um… yes, uh… th…”

    Her eyes are swollen from crying and it’s now that he sees that she’s covered in blood. Her hands are shaking as she reaches out and touches his face, runs her fingers through his hair.

    “Charlie… oh, gods, my Charlie!

    “Ma’am… clearly you’ve been in an accident… are you okay?”

    “You’re alive…”

    “I have been all my life. Er, may I have access to my arms? They’re. Um. Broken. And the adrenaline is wearing off.”

    The woman obliges, already weeping over his arms. Charlie, meanwhile, takes a breath. Bones crunch and slide back into place. Bruises bloom backwards and his fingers tingle. He hisses with the pain and pushes himself off the ground, only to be hugged tightly by the strange woman before him.

    “Charlie! I’m so relieved! When you fell…! When they cut you…! I thought… you were dead…”

    “This is… awkward. I don’t know you, ma’am. Is it ma’am? Mixter?”

    Her face pales and she reaches out, yanking his shirt up, touching his stomach as she sees a long scar across him. He steps back and pulls his shirt down, looking ill. She points, mouth agape. “It is you… but… you…” Tears start to form and her lip trembles. “…you’ve forgotten…”